When I was a young girl I started to purchase and blend my own oils because I wanted a natural and healthy perfume alternative that didn’t involve toxic substances that made me sneeze, close my throat, cough or get sick. I know now that I was probably always...
This article was originally posted on www.createwritenow.com Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak whispers the o’er fraught heart and bids it break. ~William Shakespeare~ Grief is grief and loss is loss....
Did you ever begin something for fun that then turned on its head and became something more? Late one night in the middle of March, I started fooling around on the computer with my old photographs – all 8000 or so of them. (Now I have over 42,000 photographs.) I...
By Shelley Handley, April 2013 Graphics Editor Photo courtesy of Elizabeth Welles Elizabeth Welles, professional writer and speaker, performance artist and poet and authority on journaling, spoke to group of students in the PVCC Bruxton Library. Elizabeth Welles has...
Your creative expression is unique to you. So what would you love to create? The question and words ‘What would you love to create?’ Or ‘What would I love to create?’ are specific. Would is a word of invitation. It is different from could. The...
You are gifted with a myriad of creative possibilities, many rivers and many streams. This understanding provides a portal that there are outlets for your creative quests. There are solutions to answers, mysteries to be embraced, help for quandaries, and missions for...
I began writing as a young storyteller before the age of seven, experiencing the benefits of cathartic writing only later at the age of eleven. Writing out my pain was a relief. It took off the top layer of the ouch. I could write till tears streamed down my cheeks to...
Someone once threatened to bash my face in. It scared the hell out of me. I knew in my heart that wouldn’t happen, but it kept me awake at night. It had me looking over my shoulder in the stores where I could run into this person. It was the background chatter in my...
Anyone can journal and write and it’s easier than you think. The empty page is like God. It can hear anything, it can take anything, and it can handle anything. The blank page is a safe place to dump the trash so you don’t carry it around in your head, heart, body,...
When you are feeling out of your element, unmotivated, in despair or depressed, sometimes there are Divine appointments waiting for you. Unanticipated people in unexpected places that bring color and light to your day. This is the true story of one such encounter. Did...
You laughed at me when I said I was afraid of death And now I know why… I thought you a flower giving birth to me You, a Goddess of a thousand seas You, my child who came through my womb You, the adult who will intern me in my tomb So that I may be born again...
I walk between two worlds. Or maybe I walk between ten or twenty Or two thousand. Maybe we all do. The world of innocence and experience. The world of youth and age. The world of spirit and matter. Wisdom and ignorance. The world of family and friends. The world of...
Letter writing is a powerful tool to articulate and express that which has never been expressed before. You can write a letter to yourself or to an aspect of yourself. You can write a letter to your grief, to your stresses, your anger or disappointments. You can even...
Grief needs a witness. What that means is that you need to find someone or something that deeply hears you. That accepts you and sees you in your grief, with unconditional with love and acceptance. Having a witness helps you not feel so alone. It provides an avenue to...
Give sorrow words The grief that does not speak whispers the o’er fraught heart and bids it break ~ William Shakespeare ~ Writing is cathartic. It relieves stress. It lifts you in times of grief, and unburdens you from your woes. It helps release what no longer...
ONE STEP AT A TIME YOUR SPIRIT AND TIME When you worry about future time, everything will be that much further away, because you are gauging your Self and your creations against some distant shore that’s always on the horizon. Whereas, when you give up thinking...
Welcome to my first post: Even though I’m a writer, I was a resistant blogger. I remember when I first heard about blogs. I wondered what I could ever write about that was so important that people would want to read my online journal. Dribble, I thought. I certainly...
